The Adventures of Dave β in praise of older women
For several days after the episode described in the original story I was in somewhat of a daze. I kept pinching myself and asking if it had really happened.
Certainly for the ensuing days I had a number of physical mementoes, which reminded me, not least a very sore cock.
After about a week I decided I had to go back. I thought that it would probably result in an embarrassing politeness and a firm "no thanks" but I simply had to find out.
It was a Wednesday night about 7.00 p.m. and the sun was just disappearing. The apartment block was the same dull concrete and there was little to uplift me when I pulled up in the car park.
I had armed myself with a bottle of brandy to be sociable and, after a short pause to check that there was no one about, I had gone into the entrance doors and found myself two flights up outside her door.
The sound of a television could be heard. I knocked... no answer. I knocked again, louder. The television was turned off. The door opened on a chain.
"Who is it?" asked Betty,
"It's me, David" I replied.
"Who?" she asked.
"David" I said again, beginning to regret this, "remember, we met last week β I gave you a lift home."
She took the chain off the door and opened it a little further. "Hello" she said, "What are you doing back here"
"I thought we could have another drink" I said, "I've brought a bottle of brandy"
Her eyes widened when she saw the booze and she opened the door and let me in. She was dressed in a fluffy dressing gown and a nightie underneath. "Come in please" she said and led me through to the lounge " sorry I'm in such a state, I wasn't expecting visitors β let me get some glasses"
She got two glasses and I opened and poured generous measures. We chinked the glasses and I took a healthy swig, she took a sip.
"Sit down please" she said " you must excuse me for a moment, I need to make myself presentable" She left me and almost immediately I heard the sound of a bath running.
I sat down, found an ashtray and poured another very large shot of the brandy. I looked around the room. It was clean if a little worn and there were all sorts of knick-knacks scattered around. The TV in the corner had a VCR underneath and there was a large window. A corner unit had all sorts of exotic looking bottles in it.
It had been about 15 minutes when she came back in and I was already half way down the brandy. She had changed into a brightly coloured kaftan with a zip right down the front if it and it was evident from the way her breasts swayed that she was not wearing a bra. My cock stirred.
I was sitting on the couch and she picked up her drink and sat across from me on one of the chairs.
She started to talk, telling me she had not heard about the job she had been interviewed for when we first met, so she had 'phoned them up and they had said she was unsuccessful. I reassured her, saying that I was sure that she would find something soon.
We then exchanged conversations for the best part of an hour during which time I ascertained that she had been divorced for a long time, had a daughter who was married with two children (she showed me the pictures) and she had been living in the apartment for about two years. I filled her in on myself by making up all sorts of stuff, saying I worked in professional golf and travelled a lot and that I had a house nearby where I lived on my own.